Batcina AU - Part I
Not many knew Alcina had another transformation.
Just like her draconic form is the signal of losing control of her mutation, her bat form indicates her most healthy state, feeding herself correctly to keep the reins over the cadou.
However, it's not a form Alcina is fond of turning into because as a bat she's more fragile and vulnerable, making her feel mortal.
Also because it made her feel humiliated. How was it possible that a woman of her height, capable to provoke fear and intimidation ended up turning into a tiny creature that could be considered adorable?
One night, Alcina decides to go out on her own after listening some gossip about hunters, once again, planning to attack the castle, wanting to deal with it once and for all instead of waiting for them.
She spots the group right away, the gang not even bothering to go unnoticed with the torchs in their hands.
Alcina wonders, boringly, licking her claws clean, if humans were becoming more stupĂŹd. She had killed the group so easily. Why even trying an attack when it seemed they didn't even bother to come up with a plan to at least make it thrilling?
The last thing she expected was finding herself surrounded by a bunch of people in the next second.
The village didn't count with such quantity so it was clear that people from other places had joined for the assault.
She fights without hesitation, but sometimes her height ends up being a disadvantage despite her strength.
Alcina had never faced so many people at the same time, much less people who actually counted with a plan for the confrontation, and even though she would have prefered to deal with this on her own, she was aware it wasn't going to be possible.
Despite it wouldn't be enough to kill her, the large amount of weapons coated with holy water and silver bullets striking her skin over and over again were enough to make an impact and weaken her.
She decides what's best is let Mother Miranda know what they are facing, that this time it's wasn't just an heretic group from the village as they were used to but a whole mob.
Alcina turns into a bat, small and nimble, confusing the people around her by her sudden disappearence to fly away.
But there was a hunter with hawk sight that noticed the creature that wasn't common to see in those lands, who is capable to hit the target, piercing Alcina's wing with his arrow before she managed to disappear entirely from his sight.
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You live on the village but somewhat isolated, after experience the nastiness of people, you preferred it that way.
You are getting ready for bed when you listen a crash outside, startling you.
After waiting a few seconds, making sure there wasn't further commotion and waiting for your heartrate to slow down, you decide to investigate.
Holding a lantern, you step outside your cabin, not finding anything out of the ordinary at first sight but then you notice the fallen buckets in the front of your garden shed, knowing that's not how you left them.
You squat in time to see a bat shaking its head, shaking off the dizziness of the hit, using its wings in an attempt to get up just to tumble to the right side, which makes you notice the tear of the wing membrane.
"Oh, you poor thing," you whisper, placing the lantern on the ground, your eyebrows furrowing with concern. Without thinking, you reach out to take the animal in your hands, not surprised when it hisses at you, finally realizing of your presence, but you do stop before achieving your goal. "I know, I know. I just want to help you, I promise." You keep one hand close to the animal so it realizes you are not a threat.
The bat freezes, its golden eyes locking with yours instead of inspecting your offered hand, looking at you in what it could be considered, a scrutinizing way.
You are befuddled by it, used to animals getting desperate in their attempt to escape and seek refuge to lick their wounds. Instead it felt like you are being inspected.
Alcina would prefer to escape and leave the mortification she is feeling behind. But after the unexpected attack she received, it wasn't possible for her to turn into her human form, she was too weak to even try it.
She looked at the person in front of her, knowing she would have to depend of them for a while because she was aware that she wouldn't be capable to make the rest of the flight. For a reason she had fallen during it. Unable to fly or move easily, it wasn't going to be possible to take care of herself on her own.
It wasn't something Alcina liked but needed, reason why she still hissed at them once she finally moved, crawling carefully over the offered hand. She hoped they were smart enough to get the message.
You smile when the bat settles down on your palm, noticing its body fits perfectly on it, its healthy wing folded against it while the other one is spread to the side not to aggravate it further.
You scratch softly the bat's head with your index finger, in a reassuring gesture, to then take the lantern with your free hand and stand up, making your way back to the cabin.
Alcina huffs at the petting. "It seems they aren't smart enough. Or at least they are smart enough to remove their finger before I had the chance to bite it." She sighs dramatically, already abhorring what would come in the next weeks.
Part II, Part III, Part IV
I would like to make a special shoutout to @ctitan98 because watching them share their AUs inspired me to finally share mine instead of keeping them in my mind and most likely never coming to life in any way, lol. Thank you so much for blessing us with your Alcina content!
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iâve been thinking about this for a while, and I wanted to write it myself but I canât write for shit đ Hereâs my idea, reader (she/her) is close friends with Satoru and Suguru. She takes Suguruâs place instead, and Suguru ends up not going insane, and decides to stick around in Jujutsu High. But because the reader takes his place in this story, she spirals and abandons the idea of being morally good. (Sheâs a sensitive softie at heart đ„č the cruel reality of being a sorcerer really took a toll on her). She commits so many crimes that the higher ups urge the strongest duo to finally execute her after dismissing her for nearly a decade. She dies in their hands, and doesnât get a proper burial. Kenjaku takes her body and uses it as vessel. When Shibuya arc finally unfolds, she shows up right in front of Satoru and Suguru, alive and well. Soon reveals that itâs Kenjaku who has full control of her body. Of course their guilts eats them alive, and the reader (more like kenjaku) rubs salt on their wounds by taunting them about how sheâs a great vessel and also a waste that she had to die so soon.
LOST CAUSE â F. READER x GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU, but thereâs no romance whatsoever, guest appearance of Kenjaku
cw: an au where SatoSugu have another close friend; spoilers for Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arc and the very beginning of Shibuya arc, so much angst and the usual that comes with JJK â blood, hurt, tears and depression : D also, possibly inaccurate references to the original plot, reader's death â 5,5k words
a/n: Iâm hearing you out dear! Thank you for the conception, it certainly fulfilled my need to write long and angsty <3
It was stupid. All of it was stupid. Why? Which decisions led you to where you now stood, all of your mind and body filled with devastation as you stilled in time â above the piles of little corpses, disfigured and permanently contorted in a grimace of dread and suffering. A stench of blood and burned bodies irritated your nostrils, your eyes were teary from all the smoke that still was filling the air and as you looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood and purple goo. Sticky. Repulsive. And the screams. In the dead silence of your surroundings, your head was still filled with an echo of those, who were now dead at your feet. Those, who you were unable to save. The imagery of them running, begging, dying carved itself into your mind. Why were you here, again?
* * *
âHey, y/n, youâve lost some weight. Are you alright?â, Satoru asked, playing with pencil that just a moment ago he asked you to throw at him. A showcase of his new skills, the techniques heâs been perfecting for the last year after encountering Toji Fushiguro. You forced a smile, squinting from the blinding sun of the summer at its peak.
âYeah, sure,â you replied, patting Suguruâs shoulder, because his attentive eyes were scanning you already for any sign of disorder; you could hear his analytic brain cranking up, his golden pupils drilling holes in your head. âIâm good, itâs just too hot you know?â
âWanna go grab some ice cream later?â
âAlways.â No, you didnât wanna go grab ice cream with them. You didnât wanna grab anything with anyone for that matter and already you had come up with some half-baked excuse to sell later to your two best friends.
You, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were all in the same year in Jujutsu high. You joined them a little late, but quickly found yourself inside the love triangle with the two boys. You called it love, but it truly was nothing more than just a bonding friendship that you wished will last forever; a really close one and you couldnât imagine your world without their chaos. They were like brothers to you, the ones youâve never had and Ieiri was like a sister, but she was smart enough to keep her distance from the mess of SatoSugu. You were not as bright in that matter, but for two years, you couldnât appreciate enough the yin and yang that they created, the casual bickers and deep talks late at night, the cuddles and pinches, the pats and smacks, the tears and laughs, sleepovers, sleepless nights and everything between. You loved them, you couldnât think of your future without them.
Thatâs until not that long ago. Few months, maybe. You felt like youâve been spiraling slowly into something that could only be named depression, because if not that, then what else? Why would you randomly tear up nowadays, zoning out completely in the midst of sentences. Why would you spend nights, blankly staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, isolating yourself from your friends more and more? And why would you still hear that? The screams, the pleads of hysteric, the soul-tearing sounds of pain and frighten that youâve been carrying inside your brain since that one mission.
Everything went wrong then, and you were alone. Shoko stayed at the campus, working her way towards becoming a doctor and you, Satoru and Suguru were assigned only to solo missions since the plasma vessel failure. You were strong, it was stated that your year was exceptional, that all of you have a chance to become special grades soon, but you hated that. Being strong came with a burden that you were not ready to take, and when you realized that, most of it was already heaving on your shoulders.
When you got to that school, it was already too late and it wasnât your fault. You rushed there as soon as you were assigned with the job, but when you dropped the curtain and looked at the building, there was already smoke coming from the window holes, that some time earlier had glass in them. And when you kicked your way inside the little indoor sports arena, the view struck you in ways you couldnât possibly prepare yourself for and certainly, you couldnât process it as well. The school was primary, those people were just kids, but the curses pay no mind to age of their victims. This one was particularly playful â or rather, eagerly violent â spreading hellfire around, burning these children alive one by one, causing chaos, suffering and bloodshed. When you finished exorcising it, it was over. For the curse, for your job and for the lives of all of those children. None survived. Not even one.
Not always we can save everyone, Suguru always told you, rationalizing the sacrifices sorcerers have to make and you tried to repeat that in your head when you got out. You tried to play it over the screams, but eventually, the soft tone of your friendâs voice got lost in the catastrophic cacophony of sorrow, sizzling skin and burning death. And that, maybe wouldnât be enough for you to lose your mind. Maybe you could recover from that, but soon after the incident you witnessed the group of people that stood behind the assault. A band of grown humans, men and women, who were convinced some of those children were possessed by devils or some other shit, so in all hypocrisy known to race, they hired a curse user to fight fire with fire. Quite literally. Those people were so blinded by their fear of unknown that they sacrificed lives of dozens of little children, they shattered so many innocent lives only because they believed in something absurd. And then, they tried to push the blame on you, on sorcerers despite the fact they hired one to do the dirty job. And then, they killed the user, fearing him too. When youâve got to see the body of a sorcerer that youâve never got to meet, or at least you thought so, you realized that probably, you wouldnât recognize him anyway. Youâve seen corpses barely reminiscing of humans, twisted and broken as curses often chose the most petrifying, violent ways of killing, but this? This was something youâve never seen before â a cruel, ruthless exhibition of pure hate, evidence of deliberate torture, the picture painted in stabs, burns and bruises. All of which, caused by people, who frankly, showed no remorse nor regret as their faces were painted in pride, origin of which you failed to notice.
Those humans. Used jujutsu to commit mass murder only to blame it on your people and kill them. Animals. No. Worse. Much worse.
âY/n, please, letâs talk it through,â Suguru tried to reason, as you stood up against the two of your friends, in the middle of Shibuyaâs scramble crossing. People were passing next to the three of you, unbothered by the way your worlds were colliding right here, in the busiest part of Tokyo. People didnât care of others, they wouldnât react if someone next to them would get stabbed to death, only caring about their own shoes to not get them stained in the dirt of blood.
âDonât be stupid, itâs not who you are,â Satoru raised his tone, but all you felt was nothing. The emotions youâve seen on his face were real, you knew it. Satoru wears his heart on his shoulder, he pours everything he feels into the words he aims at people that are close to his soul, and you were no exception, but at this moment, you felt nothing. âI know you couldnât do that.â
âCouldnât I?â, you asked, thinking back on the last Friday, during which you executed those same people that used jujutsu sorcerers to wipe the floors of that primary school. To wipe the blood and burned bodies. You remember how they knelt before you, how the women cried begging for their lives, yelping that they have children, families and yet, those same children and families were nowhere in their mind when they ordered a mass murder in the primary school. âAnd why would that be exactly? Because you two think so?â
âY/n, I get it,â Geto stepped forward, but stopped as you glanced at him. âI really do. You know me, we talked about it. It was hard for me too after Riko, I know what youâre going through.â
âI know Suguru.â
âI thought you keep his side, y/n,â Gojo threw his hands in the air, helplessly trying to find the words to dress his mind with. âI thought you believe in doing good with your powers. That people wonât understand so we shouldnât look at them and just do what we do. Wasnât that what youâve told me?â
âI did, yes,â you gave it a nod and exhaled. âBut it changed. Yes, they wonât understand. Anything that they canât comprehend is pure evil for them and yet they believe in such absurd like gods. They will use us to do their dirty works and then blame us for it, because they cannot understand a single thing. And then, they will kill us, one by one and we, the strongest, cannot do nothing about it. Weâll have to go through life through the corpses of our friends. People donât deserve what we do for them.â
âY/n, please, letâs talk about it. Letâs get back to school-â Geto tried, but you cut him off.
âYou two, get back to school. I know I have a sentence already, thereâs no point for me to get back there only to get executed. And frankly, I donât want to get back there, to take part in what they teach us is right when we die for those people. We give our lives for them and they have no idea,â you said, taking a step back. You could tell the lights will soon switch. âLook around, Satoru, Suguru. They crawl around us unaware of our sacrifice and yet, even if they are so fragile a single blow can kill them, they think we deserve to be killed. Iâm not gonna take part in this anymore. Iâm sorry.â
âWe canât let you go, you know that, we-â
âThen attack me. Iâm sure any of you can take me down. Iâd rather die by your hands, than on a job of protecting them.â
You turned your back on them, and Satoru raised his hand, pointing at your silhouette, blue already on his mind as his cursed energy gathered in front of his fingers. Suguruâs curses sprawled out of their dimension, but none of them pursued with the attack, unable to do that. They couldnât kill you. You were too dear to them. They loved you too much to take your life like this. So they let you go, and soon enough, they lost the sight of you in the crowd.
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Nine years. It's been almost a decade and many things changed. You changed your ways completely, making a point of protecting sorcerers from people, even if that meant killing them, but care for humans was something youâve lost many years ago, having it slowly replaced by disgust. Your once soft heart turned hard and dark and all the good in you vanished as you time after time solidified your beliefs that humans are simply not worth saving, therefore there was no need to keep them alive the moment they became useless. Over those years, you used those people to your benefit, raising money and gathering intel and then, the second their use to you has become nonexistent, so were them. Blood burned permanent stains on your hands but screams of hurt didnât phase you at all. Have you become a monster? You might have. But for the lives of sorcerers, it was worth it.
Itâs been almost a decade since youâve been dismissed from jujutsu community for crimes, that over those years piled up rapidly and during this time, both Satoru and Suguru tried to stay out of this, whilst Yaga turned a blind eye to the corrupted path one of his students went down by. The now principal felt responsible for not doing enough, for not saying enough, for not noticing soon enough and though the rest of his students, now teachers in Jujutsu high told him that some things were inevitable, it wasnât that easy to switch off the thinking. Same went for both the strongest, but for years, they waited in hopes for something to change.
That was until you killed someone seemingly important. A politician of sorts, high government pawn that you learned was funding a unit of so-called sorcerer killers, ones that modelled after Toji Fushiguro in cold blood were meant to take down a menace that jujutsu users were, as if it was them who were the ones to fear. Opposite to little no-oneâs deaths, this one was loud, this one was medial and this one, Yaga couldnât let slip. So, an order was given.
Kill on sight.
Almost ten years, and yet Satoru still couldnât believe what happened. Whilst young, the three of you were almost inseparable and you, out of the whole group, were the most sensitive person he knew. You were soft and full of smiles, kind above all else and yet, you were strong enough to hold back the tears he knew were threatening to roll down your cheeks on many occasions. You were soothing, an oasis that was easily able to turn any darkness into light, and what Satoru couldnât forgive himself was that once that same darkness started devouring you, he didnât notice. Too focused on his own missions, on lighthearted shenanigans, on perfecting his usage of limitless and six eyes, he had no idea about your state of mind and when he realized, you have already been sentenced. Suguru didnât notice either. Or maybe didnât want to notice, because you talked through many nights about the doubts you both had. He knew about the utter devastation that was slowly consuming your soul but hoped youâll overcome it, because you always were a sunshine, and a sunshine couldnât die down to shadows. Turned out, this shadow was pitch black and no light made its way through it.
âY/n,â they called you and the beautiful music that their voices created brought back memories of your youth. Ten years, almost, had passed since youâve seen your best friends the last time, and with curiosity sparkling through your system, you turned to face them.
âSatoru, Suguru,â addressing them, your lips curved up slightly in a manner of soft joy. Your heart fluttered at the sight; your pulse raised just as it would for person whoâs just seen the love of their life. âLong time no see.â
âItâs not as pleasurable as we would like it to be, y/n,â Suguru sighed and you took a moment to absorb the view.
Both of them changed. Suguru, still tall and broad, seemingly even buffier than he was before stood there with his hair now longer and partially knotted and partially left loose on his back. His facial features sharpened, jaw got more edge to it, eyes turned more narrow and focused, but still, some softness remained from what you remembered and probably he would seem even more familiar if not for the tough expression he had going on. Satoru, right next to him, became even taller. His white hair was now pointing up, kept by a white wrap that completely covered his eyes â something that he probably adapted during the time of usage of his six eyes. Not much of his face you could see, but with ease you noticed his features matured. Both were dressed in uniforms that you could only tie to their unbreakable bond with Jujutsu high.
âYouâre now teachers, the two of you, huh?â, you asked, smiling softly, but keeping their moves in mind. âIâve heard this yearâs students are exceptional, now it makes sense. Good they have such amazing senseis.â
âYou could have been one of the teachers too,â Gojo snapped.
âHow could I teach anyone something I donât believe in?â a chuckle rumbled deep in your chest as you thought of the image. Abstraction of it made you amused. âHowâs Shoko? Is she a doctor now?
âShe is,â Geto muttered, unsure why is he answering your questions. âYaga is the principal.â
âOh, is he? Look at him, climbing up that ladder,â you laughed, âso, itâs on his orders that you two are here?â
âYou killed a fucking politician, y/n,â Satoru spoke, sounding calm but you could tell his blood was boiling. Both of his hands hidden in his pockets were visibly clenched in fists and even though you couldnât see his eyes, you knew his brows were furrowed. âAlmost a decade we allowed you to do whatever you tried to do, but this time, higher ups stepped in. The sentence is decided, we cannot let you pursue your goals further.â
âAnd why are you both here? Iâm sure just one amazing special grade would be enough,â there was a certain amount of poison in your words, though it wasnât directed at your friends and both of them knew it. âAre the higher ups so desperate to get me off the board because itâs them who give green lights to those assholes that kill us? Did you know that that pathetic politician Iâve killed was in midst of creating an army of little Toji Fushiguros? How do you think he even knew about the dude, huh?â
âAn army of Toji?â
âYeah, remember that guy, that cut both of you into slices? Yea, that one. And whoâs giving away the cursed tools to said army? Well, itâs not me and I assume not any of you as well.â
 âY/n,â Suguru made his way to the side in what seemed like an attempt on surrounding you, because in that same moment, Satoru began shifting to the other side. âI agree with you. People donât deserve what we do. But no one else can do it. Youâre killing those whom we swore to protect.â
âTell me, Suguru⊠how many bodies of our friends did Shoko cut open?â you asked and the question made the dark-haired man tsk. It was the truth that hurt the most, he hated how precisely it hit the spot. âHow many of our allies were spread across her metal table after Haibara was there? Well, half of Haibara?â
âThatâs not the point,â Satoru scoffed and with an exhale, he raised his hand up to loosen up the bandages around his eyes. âWe die just as people die. Sorcerers are not above death. You know that, right?â
âWeâre not above that, but we are above people and we risk our lives, which we just like them have only one of, for them. And they fuckingstep on it. If I have to pick whoâs gonna die from a curse, why would I pick a sorcerer, when a loss of a mere human will be much less tangible than the loss of one of us?â
âBecause they cannot protect themselves from curses, and we can.â Geto replied and in a whiff, you felt the appearance of his curses around him. Both him and Gojo were getting ready for a fight, so you had to get ready as well.
âBut can we really protect ourselves from them?â, you glared back at him; your tone calm but laced with icicles that pierced through Suguruâs mind as he struggled to see you inside of you.
All of the softness he had always equated you with dissolved into something he couldnât quite place. Image of you killing someone just for the sake of killing somehow couldnât materialize inside his mind and it pained him, breaking his heart to think that he will be the reason of your death. And itâs true that probably, just one of them would be enough for that fight, but there was no way they would be able to chose and no one else could do it. You were the strongest, you grew into a special grade quickly after leaving and your technique proved to have no flaws or holes. You were a threat above abilities of others, stepping down only to the two of your friends, if not being equal to them.
âLetâs do it quickly, Suguru,â Satoru sighed, tucking his wraps into one of his pockets.
âOh, whereâs your playful attitude, Satoru?â, you teased, but somehow it hurt you as well. It was your friend you were talking to. Both of them, that came here to kill you and only way for you to get out of it was to kill them.
And killing them, turned out, you couldnât do. Even hurting them came with difficulty not physically, but mentally. But you fought them both at the same time, keeping a defensive stance, searching for an opening to vanish. From them, you wished to run away, to not make them take the burden of your death because you could see it in their eyes, you were just as dear to them still, as they were to you. But they left you no opening to run away, so you fought. Using everything youâve got to immobilize them, because instead of taking their lives, that would give you more time.
The way you stood against them, with your cursed technique of energy manipulation, it gave them the hardest time since Toji, and considering they were both taking part in the fight now, ten years after and significantly stronger, just showed how much work youâve put into your own development. And with pride you noticed, how strong both of your friends became as well. You countered all of their attacks, slashed away the curses and blocked the blues and reds, albeit it really was a matter of time and you knew that. And so, you pushed through, materializing in your hands weapons made from pure, solidified cursed energy, using swords and needles and creating armor around your body that effectively, shielded you from any attack. Your weapon was different from cursed tools. It was made only from energy, strong and unbendable, changing shapes and forms as you deemed it necessary, allowing you to use it in close combat and on long distances. Any curses Suguru summoned stood no chance against what you wielded, but the sheer amount of them was just short of overwhelming you. On top of that, Satoruâs constant offensive, his fists saturated in limitless abilities, the sheer strength of both bodies that were attacking you, slowly rendered you weaker. And it didnât surprise you.
The end has come when one of the curses stopped you mid-way, engaging in a fight that distracted you enough for a hollow purple to reach your body. The blast threw you away as your body pierced through three buildings straight, through thick concrete bocks and hard steel reinforcements like it was tearing through wet paper and itâs only thanks to the full body coverage of your cursed technique, that it didnât kill you on the spot. But it hurt. All of your body felt broken once you finally stopped, back pressed against the wall that still cracked underneath the impact of your frame hitting it. Blood covered your vision and a cough shook your body with painful wave overtaking your entire nervous system.
âSo thatâs the infamous hollow purple, huh?â, you muttered, leaning your head back against the cold solid behind you. There wasnât much in your body that wouldnât be fractured at least, you could tell without a mistake that your heart was still beating only because of the cursed energy that still circled throughout your frame.
Both men appeared in front of you, jumping from above â Suguru coming from one of his flying curses and Satoru, probably just teleported here.
âIâm sorry, y/n,â Gojo whispered, squatting in front of you and Geto followed his motion to level his vision with yours.
ââts alright, âtoru,â you muttered, feeling the dizziness taking the best of you. After the hit you took, you were certain not even a genius like Shoko could save you. âSugu⊠both so strong.â
Exchanging a quick glance, both sorcerers sat down, on your sides, paying no mind to the puddle of blood underneath you. They took your hands, so small in comparison to theirs, now red and wounded severely, but the pain you couldnât feel much of anymore.
âIâm sorry I didnât take this mission for you. Back in our days. It was meant to be mine, but I was training,â Satoru confessed, squeezing lightly the fractured bones in your palm, reminiscing of the day that was the beginning of your end. The elementary. That day engraved itself in his memory as one of many days that seemingly mattered nothing. Yaga told him about the issue, the curse and fire in school for the youngest, but he brushed it off, focusing all of his mind on perfecting the last touches of his technique. He still remembers how sensei was mumbling profanities, but couldnât care less because he was that close from teleporting.
ââts okay, âtoru.â
âIâm sorry I wasnât there either,â Suguru added, his voice barely a whisper as you leaned your head against his shoulder, desperate to ease the heaviness. What Geto remembered from the day in question was that he had an issue with his own technique. Little difficulty, as he was absorbing one of the special grade curses he just caught. It wasnât severe, it wasnât even that important, he could have fix this on another time and take the god damn mission, but instead, he declined. âI thought if I donât take the job, Satoru will, but turned out, it got to you.â
âSugu, âts ok.â
âRemember how we used to sneak out the dorms to get ice cream in the middle of the night?â, Satoru changed the topic completely â a defensive mechanism to lighten up the mood, to prevent him from crying. And you hummed in response, lowering your heavy lids.
âAnd how Satoru got drunk after three sips of a beer? Thatâs when we all knew heâs the lightest head in the history,â Suguru added and faded images of how Gojo discovered that he cannot drink to save his life rushed to the front of your mind.
You had no idea how long it took, was it few minutes or merely few seconds, but you listened to both men rambling above your head, reminiscing of your school days and everything that you did together. Of every prank you witnessed that they took on poor first years, of every little mischief and menace they performed, following Satoruâs lead, because itâs always him who stood tall in the name of chaos. You were humming softer and softer, quieter and quieter.
Until you were not.
âAnd then we put those cupcakes in Nanamiâs bed and-â
âSatoru,â Geto cut him softly, looking down at your stilled frame. At your frozen chest and softened features, sensing no more heartbeat. And Gojo turned his eyes towards you as well, taking in the last picture of you, who he loved as his little sister, even though there was no age gap between you and him. And then they both cried in silence, spending another hour with your dead body before gathering you and taking home.
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October 31, 2018
21:18
Only word that could describe what was happening in Shibuya at this moment would be chaos. Pure disorder, people frightened and running, some unconscious on the ground and some other hiding from what was happening in the Shibuya station. Most of them couldnât see it but felt the terror, saw the blood, smelled the death in the middle of which, two men were standing.
Both Satoru and Suguru, when they came down here to fight whatever the hell was attacking people, couldnât move; their heads void of any logical thoughts as memories rushed to the fronts of their minds. Stunned to the core and frozen, they looked into the eyes of the person in front of them, distrusting their own vision. The person that wore the familiar look of you, the energy of you and what seemed like â the same cursed technique, and voice, and face, and hair, and everything. Not one thing betrayed trickery or deception as there you stood, facing them both with a smile on your face â one of those soft ones that had melted their hearts on the spot a decade before. Your features relaxed, genuine, borderline joyous as you breathed the air around them once again.
âWhatâŠ?â, Suguru snapped first, forcing his own body to move and smacking his friendâs shoulder. âHow?â
âWho the hell are youâŠ?â, Satoru whispered, voice stuck in his throat as all of the information that his senses were receiving contradicted with what his soul was telling him.
âAah? Itâs been few months, but do you not recognize me anymore?â, your voice flew through your mouth, the very same gentle and bright tone they used to fall asleep to. âItâs hurting my feelings.â
âCut it,â Gojo snapped, now putting more pressure on his vocal cords, a groan escaping his throat in effect. âCut the bullshit, youâre not her. You cannot be her. Y/n is-â
âDead? Yeah, that purple really messed me up,â you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders slightly and stepping forward. âI have to admit, restoring the body wasnât the easiest of all.â
âReveal yourself,â Geto took the defensive stance, ready to pursue with attack if needed and his curses floating behind him on standby. âYouâre not fooling us.â
âAh, how stubborn,â another laugh brightened your face, only now more menacing, more teasing as your dainty fingers reached up to gather the lose hair out of your forehead, revealing a line of thin stitches across your skin there. âSee, you really did me a favor by burying her body oh-so traditionally. Isnât that the procedure to burn every deceased sorcerer?â your mouth was moving, spilling the words interlaced with taunt as the, what looked like, thread was pulled out of the horizontal line above your eyebrows and soon after, grabbed by the hair, the top of your head was lifted, revealing the terrifying image of a brain. With mouth of its own.
âWhat did you do to her?!â
âOh, I just took what you two threw away,â you replied, slowly putting the upper skull part down on its place, matching the lines as the thread went through the holes by itself, securing the head together. âAnd I have to thank you for your little sentiment. If not for that, I wouldnât have my perfect vessel. Ah, but itâs sad, isnât it? Such a young, pretty girl had to die so early, and more so, killed by her own best friends. What a waste to jujutsu community, donât you think?â
Both the boys stood there in shock, guilt eating them alive as the salt and acid was being rubbed into the wounds that just opened. The scabs of the past were ripped away, revealing the gushing pain and Satoru growled in anger, realizing that once again, he might have been responsible for what happened to you. This time, Suguru kept up with him in terms of fury, feeling his own blood boiling in his veins, unable to watch your body being possessed like this, used like a toy.
âY/n, I know youâre there-â Gojo called, but got stopped quickly by another pilfering laugh.
âOh, but sheâs not. Her soul is long gone and dead. You made sure to have her soul dead, and you have to know I nearly teared up reviewing her memories when I took the body. Such a poignant story, oh, so heartbreaking.â The teasing had no end as more and more poisonous venom spilled through your mouth, contradicting the carefree and joyful tone of your voice.
âWhat makes you believe that even if you take her body, you can win here? Weâve defeated her already,â Suguru narrowed his eyes.
âOh, youâve won but thatâs because she let you two won. Wasnât that surprising how easily you finished her? A special grade? How she didnât even try to dodge the hollow purple, like the little curse that she was fighting with was really that much of a struggle? Oh, donât be silly, you two. It wouldnât be that easy if she tried.â
âWe wonât let you-â
âYou must understand your situation. What youâre standing in is a special grade cursed object. A prison realm, and to say it simply, youâve already lost,â you pointed at the floor, from where the four corners of a cube stretched into a mass of flesh, with an eye â giant and bleeding, staring at its target, as the next stage of sealing began before either of sorcerers reacted. âAnd whatâs more interesting, the prison realm can seal only one person at the time, but with the incredible technique of my current host, I was able to fuel its capacity to two occupants, by manipulating the cursed energy it used. Marvelous!â
The cursed object began enveloping both men, rendering them helpless and immobile, as their cursed energy became unavailable for their use.
âWeâll save you, y/n, you hear me?â, Satoru yelled in unison with his friend and the lone tear rolled down your face, before your hand reached up wiping it in amusement.
âGate close.â
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also aa i have brain rot from your android scara au đđ its so good and your writing for each character is so distinct!! id love to hear more about scara for this au or more about the world in general đ how high tech or dystopian would it be- is it like full on cyberpunk or is it more like the modern world but with androids? and do the androids look almost wholly human with a bit of uncanny valley factor, or more obviously steel/robotic? & sorry for the barrage of questions, this au is v cool to me!!
Thank you so much!! Iâm happy you enjoy it! In case anyone would like to read about some of the characters and their roles in this au, you can find it here.
Anon, Iâm so grateful for your curiosity because there are so many thoughts in my brain regarding this au!! Allow me to share them below. Iâve formatted it like my outline notes, so please excuse it.
About Inazuma.
The cities in Inazuma are especially beautiful from afar: tall skyscrapers, bright, almost blinding neon lights, and all sorts of holographic billboards advertising unique technologies and the newest line of androids can be seen. Itâs a glimmering promise of joy, made leisurely by smart technologies. However if you spend a few days in any of the cities throughout Inazuma, youâll find that they all have an underlying darkness. The shadowy corners and alleys are filled with hidden dangers for both humans and androids, there are all sorts of high-tech threats, and the polluted air always feels so suffocating. Thereâs the mechanical feeling of artificially crafted happiness and successâas if itâs all just one fever dream your hazy brain conjured.
Though the cities may look breathtaking at night with their striking colors and lights, itâs obvious that there are all sorts of threats that are only ever spoken in whispers and through rumors or unsavory news reports. Greedy humans wanting to get their hands on an android through illegal means and androids who have gained a semblance of humanity and sentience, having escaped their human masters or the factory/store that once contained them, are just two factors present in the center of these sparkling palaces of twisted metal and indestructible glass.
The cities themselves are massive hubs of information and opportunities with lots of high-tech surveillance to ensure everyoneâs safety. They say that you work honestly during the day and unfairly at night. Perhaps itâs simply a dog-eat-dog society and the working class with day shifts ignore the things that bring harm to their prosperous cities when the sun sets. With such pressing dangers, Inazumaâs police force often makes quick work of the criminals foolish enough to get caught. Their success rate is unusually high and they employ only the strongest, smartest, and well-connected human officers and androids. Thereâs corruption in various branches of the force, but a nice sum of Mora will help you swallow the truth, right?
Most of the populated cities house a majority of resources for androids, which is why many rogue androids often turn to the city as a means of temporary shelter. Itâs difficult to hide from such a skilled police force, though. Theyâre rumored to be quite ruthless when it comes to dealing with criminals. You once met someone who offered to get you out of any trouble, so long as youâre willing to follow the convincing story heâs orchestrated for you. Youâve yet to require his assistance or the resources of the well-off family heâs sworn loyalty to, but perhaps youâll never need the help. Something tells you thatâs very unlikely.
The countryside is rumored to be more traditional and soothing for those who canât withstand the digital and technological pressures in the city (as well as the crime). Many elderly call it the âInazuma of the Past,â as it still has many ancient shrines and intact historic sites. Most of these places are either abandoned and overgrown with wildflowers and weeds or are still cared for today by the dedicated folks who live nearby. The countryside has a certain peace and quiet to it that the city can never hope to attain. You once made a promise to someone regarding the countryside, where your pinky entwined with his and the both of you vowed to visit these places of serene, yet lonesome beauty. It remains an empty promise to this day, unfulfilled and mired in unforgettable memories.
Thereâs something beautiful in abandoned, overgrown landscapes. You once voiced this opinion to a cherished companion, but he did not share that sentiment, for that is not the sort of beauty he sees in this world.
About Kunikuzushi.
Heâs a unique android, not exactly because he was designed for intimacy but because he was able to learn, comprehend, and even feel human emotions to a very unstable degreeâperhaps more than his creator ever thought he would. Before he was cast out into the world, he wasnât aware of many androids who were capable of gaining sentience and abandoning their own programming for the sake of acting on their own and living by their own rules. He was originally handed off to you by his creatorâas if she were merely dumping the problem on youâand he lived alongside you for many months. During that time he came to learn more about humans and how they function. Humans are, as he was once told, strange creatures of habit. You had many habits, some of which he would later adopt. Kunikuzushi commits every bit of information relating to you to his vast memory until youâre the only one he can think of.
Due to the sudden intrusion of an unregistered variable in his life, Kunikuzushi began to feel an overwhelming sense of hatred and envy. He attempted to chalk it up to a simple error within his code. He wasnât prepared to deal with such fierce negative emotions and it all led up to one fateful nightâthe night that drew a permanent divide between him and the one he admires the most.
Now he has been thrown out, abandoned once more. When he awakes, he finds himself in the countryside, on the steps of a weathered shrine, and there is no beauty to be found in the tranquil surroundings. Hellbent on returning to you and settling things once and for all, the beginning of his journey is filled with new connections. For a time he allows himself the change of scenery and faces until, after trial and error, he happens upon a certain someone.
Kunikuzushi willingly walks into the maw of a monstrous corporation, into the laboratory of a morbidly curious scientist, and he emerges as an enhanced android called Scaramouche, with an altered program and a new objective.
About Fatui.
Fatui is a technology company that originated in a snowy land known as Snezhnaya before it gained traction around Teyvat. You can thank them for most of the technological advances made to an already futuristic society. Its founder is an interesting and elusive woman that the public rarely sees, said to possess a frostbitten heart despite having a desire for peace. Her company has turned the world upside down with its research and breakthroughs. On the surface, Fatui markets all kinds of electronics and technologies to the general public. Those who can afford it have the chance to get their hands on an android built and programmed by some of the smartest people at Fatui, but these androids are in very high demand and are quite expensive. If you ever find yourself wanting a custom one, know that the wait list is rather long. In the meantime, why not check out some of their other smart technologies?
Beneath such a trustworthy appearance, darkness looms. When the majority of the world is held in the palm of your hand, there isnât much else one could possibly covet. Maybe their ethics are a little skewed and their food chain is very predatory, but this is a harsh world. You canât fight stone with rubber. Therefore, it is rumored that Fatuiâs founder is in search of something to ensure her technology empire will always thrive. Itâs said to be a bargaining chip, a piece of unique power, or even something as special as a heart in the eyes of some. Whatever it may be, sheâs intent on procuring it.
Fatui employs a vast number of workers, but none can ever surpass those who sit at the very top of the food chain as apex predators. Of these few wealthy and powerful individuals is a man who many refer to as Dottore. When a new android is strapped to his operating table, the engineer takes it upon himself to tinker with such intricate technology. His work is very successful, so much so that it catches the watchful eye of Fatuiâs founder, and the result is allowed to join the team.
In a sea of misfortune, where people trample upon one another for their own selfish gain, another apex predator has been added to the murky waters.
Recently, Dottore has been focusing his efforts on a few side projects. Aside from his research on immortality and human/android systems, another pet project has made itself apparent. A human with a thirst for blood, existing within a body that once failed him, has become his newest specimen. He has no choice but to dedicate his time and effort to such an oddityâto the one whose own humanity has vanished in the pursuit of mechanized survival.
Luckily, Fatui provides its employees with the means to achieve their goals, no matter how shady or illegal they might be. Anyone who has attempted to expose their secrets has been promptly silenced in one way or another. Whether it be with a quick bribe or an even quicker trip to the grave, those who dare to leak information are considered threats, even if their word holds no weight.
As frightening as it seems, most of Fatuiâs plans and ulterior motives take refuge in the shadows, out of sight and, in the general publicâs case, out of mind. An important lesson to take away from this: You do not want to make an enemy of Fatui.
About androids.
There are many types of androids and robots scattered throughout Teyvat, each with varying levels of danger and intelligence. In Mondstadt, caretaker androids (such as maids, babysitters, butlers, etc.) and animal robots have become especially popular among the youth and elderly. Many outsiders refer to Mondstadt as the âcountry closest to a utopia,â but from an inside perspective one will find that it isnât as perfect as everyone says it is. In Liyue, androids that have a vast knowledge of the law, are familiar with the economic and financial statuses of various countries, and possess a large, complex memory are said to be vital to the countryâs prosperity. When it comes to money, you can never be too careful, so androids are usually tasked with managing it to avoid human error.
As of now, Fatui is one of the only organizations that can produce high-quality androids and legally market them. Although that doesnât mean theyâre the only technology company out there; there are competitors, of course, but in the eyes of such a large and successful corporate entity competing companies are merely flies. Scientists and researchers who hide underground with their creations arenât given much credit, especially not if their work poses a potential threat to Fatui. Issues like that are stomped out surprisingly fast. Early Fatui-made androids didnât look nearly as human as they do now and they mainly began as smaller parts, such as the upper half of a metal skeleton with arms that could be programmed to move and grab and lift things.
Or the structure of a human face, complete with a pudgy tongue with sense receptors and a nose that could wrinkle if you programmed it to recognize various scents. Now many Fatui androids look and act as close to humans as they can get, and Fatui prides itself on creating androids that are unique in appearance. At first glance they look very human, but if you look long enough youâll see that their posture is too stiff, they donât need to take breaths, and they donât blink as much as humans do. Itâs become easier to tell an android and a human apart based on eyes alone. If eyes are meant to be the windows to a humanâs soul, then the eyes of an android possess emptiness, secured behind locked windows.
Other androids arenât as complex or expensive and can clearly be differentiated from humans. The animal robots from Mondstadt have become very popular throughout Teyvat and their designs are somewhat simple: a tough metal skeleton encased within a thick rubbery material to make it comfortable to pet and hold. The original creator remains anonymous, apparently too shy to reveal their face and partake in any interviews, but they havenât stopped finding ways to improve upon the designs. These robots are quite cute and can be programmed to act just like the animal theyâre modeled after.
If you happen to come into possession of a Fatui android, itâs said that you take great care of it, as replacement parts and external/internal fixes arenât cheap. Their synthetic skin may be waterproof and they might be programmed to avoid and deal with dangerous situations, but accidents still happen. If you ever need to fix your android but donât want to pay a wild amount, consider taking a trip into the city, ducking through various backstreets, and asking for a certain someone. You might just get the help you need and for a much affordable price. Just make sure to keep the exchange a secret, okay?Â
Make no mistake: Humans and androids coexist, but whether their relationship is amiable and fair is up for debate. An optimist will tell you everythingâs fine and that androids are friends, not enemies. A pessimist will tell you itâs not fine and that theyâre terrible scum that steal jobs and cause fatal harm wherever they go. And a realist will tell you to check reliable news sources until you find your answer.
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